The knowledge of what had been fucking up their relationship made the slayer slightly disgruntled. So because of the fact that Emma had been hiding shit that Kel didn't really give a flying fuck about was what was wrong. A slight sighed growl escaped her lips. "Emma, I don't fucking care if your half sabertooth tiger. I. Don't. Care." The words were accented to drive home the point. "I'd rather you tell me something then be a bitch to me." The anger spiked and quickly began to flee in the same instant. So much crap had gone on at this point that the slayer didn't really have the energy or emotional strength to retain her anger for long. Besides, it was a strange sort of relief to finally know exactly what was going on in the empath's head.
Emma then spoke again and dark eyes shifted up to meet the dazzling blue that always took her breath away. That's when the empath admitted it. The telepath openly admitted she didn't have a fucking clue how to handle Kel, which was both a relief and a frustration. Emma recognized at least part of the problem, but after all the time they had spent together the redhead still couldn't figure her out? It was kinda painful. Confusion and pain clouded the slayers eyes for a moment before they dropped away from the other woman's with a heavy sigh. "Just figured you'd ask." A low grumble was the given mummbled response as a finger dragged over the table seeming to doodle out invisible designs like a dejected child as the toes of a foot swiveled on the floor below the table.